Novel & Cerita Riley Jenkins Criminal Minds

Jessica's POV. As I paced the hospital corridor, anxiety gnawing at my insides, the door suddenly exploded open. I jumped, my heart leaping into my throat. A wave of police officers stormed in, their uniforms crisp and authoritative. Leading them was Allison Miles—my nemesis, my worst nightmare. She had returned, and she looked every bit the powerful agent I remembered. The officers fanned out, their presence overwhelming, as they began to speak. Their leader, a tall man with a stern face, addressed me directly. “Jessica, you are under arrest for multiple offenses, including but not limited to—fraud, assault, attempted murder, and illegal surveillance.”

“I know you’ve all seen the news. I know you’ve heard the rumors. So let’s just… cut the crap.” I pushed off the desk and walked through them. “Sarah Jenkins was my friend. She was a lot of your friend. And she didn’t ‘overdose at a wild party.’ Someone killed her. Someone who then planted a bag of Apex in my goddamn birthday cake to make it look like we’re running a drug ring out of the servo-motors department.” A few people gasped and most just nodded grimly. They knew the score. “The cops shut us down. Now, thanks to our terrifyingly competent allies, we’re open again. But this isn’t over.. not even close. I am up to my eyeballs in collaborating with the police to find out what the hell r

Granted, Jack had a criminal record, he had the reputation of being the most notorious patient locked in the asylum, but if he'd wanted to hurt me, if he really was the person behind those killings, I would have already been dead. Everyone suspected Jack without a shadow of a doubt, and they weren't wrong to assume it. I'd been in a similar mindset before I went to his cabin. After staying with him for over a week, I'd known in my heart that Jack couldn't be the killer. "Riley, are you even listening to me?" Aaron asked. He seemed concerned. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" He shut his eyes and sighed, closing his hand over mine. "If Jackson assaulted you and that's the reason you've been

Lips that would look so good wrapped around my cock. The door unlocked and Riley walked in with her back facing the inside, quite odd. Though it didn't take us much to realize what was happening. Taylor had done his research on the phone number that we found where those messages had been delivered from. Apparently the owner was Mike Adams, a sixty year old man whose wife had died months prior due to drugs. And apparently he wasn't doing too good in the head.

He suggested Riley nodded "He is right" You guys should go back to the scene while I find out who he met recently" Riley said Ok" Liam agreed with both of them If you find out anything remembers to call me" He said as Riley nodded Riley is a female officer who is known for her great hacking skills Which gave her the chance to work with Liam and Joel They both left and entered the car Joel drove the car back to the murder site They parked the car at the side Got down and entered the house

And I was the only one with the encryption key, but I was standing on the outside of the glass, watching the doors lock. ​I turned to the lead federal agent in the corner. "You have to stop them." ​The agent looked at Sarah, then back at me. "Mr. Sterling, as far as the DOJ is concerned, Ms. Jenkins is the only person here with a clean record. We follow her lead now." ​The doors closed. I was alone in the hallway, the sound of the world's most expensive machine starting up again behind me.

Her hair was coiled into dreadlocks streaked with blue, and her gaze lingered too long on Jaxon before she turned to Riley with arms crossed. “You’re bleeding pack now?” she asked Riley. “Hardly. I’m being babysat.” “By him?” She glanced at Jaxon again. “Your standards dropped, girl.” Jaxon raised a brow. “Pleasure to meet you, too.” “Didn’t say it was mutual.” Riley sighed. “Look, we need your help. You’ve seen the victims, right? The ones who were drained?” Romy’s smirk vanished.

‘Jackson, tell me you believe me. ‘Keep quiet,’ he ordered, and stepped aside to face the detectives, nodding to them. ‘Dermont,’ the first man said. ‘I’m surprised to find you here.’ ‘Hutchins. Rawlins.’ Jackson shoved his hands deep into his pockets and fixed his hooded gaze on the two men. ‘What’s all this about?’ ‘You know these men?’ Rachel wasn’t sure why it alarmed her that Jackson was associated with the officers, but his distance and the fact that she couldn’t sense any of his thoughts frightened her. He didn’t glance at her or answer.

I knew how the Captain felt about me. "Agent O'Clery, what can I do for you?" Captain Hilton asked me as I walked into his office. "I'm investigating a man who you know well. Robert Jenkins. I need all of your reports on this guy. Everything." "Jenkins is pretty much untouchable. He knows how to cover his tracks, we've had a few calls over domestic violence recently, but nothing that will help on your investigation." "I'll be the judge of that. I want the reports."

Raven's expression changed slightly, "So... how does Mrs. Jenkins want to deal with me?" Amelia's eyes held a smile, "Hand you over to Elijah." "No, no... Mrs. Jenkins, are you joking with me?" Raven was terrified, "If you hand me over to him, I'd rather just die." "I'm not joking." Amelia's voice was low, "As for whether Elijah braises you or steams you, that's not my concern." "Please... don't do that, Mrs. Jenkins, let's talk this out." Raven was panicking; if it really fell into Elijah's hands, that would be worse than death.